Limited Time Hidden Marriage

Outside the villa, the secretary-general's wife kept apologizing, but Wen Churan wanted to calm her panic.

"It doesn't matter. I won't be angry because of such a trivial matter. I will go back today. Madam, please stay."

The secretary-general's wife let out a long breath, "Thanks to Miss Wen for your open-mindedness, my unfilial son seems to have completely changed since he woke up, and his temperament has changed that even I, a mother, can't figure out. I hope Don’t worry too much.”

Wen Churan smiled and nodded, "I understand."

As he got in the car and prepared to return to the Presidential Palace, Wen Churan always felt that there was a gaze staring at him.

That gaze was cold and sharp, like a blade.

She turned to look outside the car and saw a dark shadow flashing past the second-floor window of the villa. It was so fast that even her eyes could not catch it, as if it was just an illusion of hers.

Back at the Presidential Palace, Little Milk Pot was sitting on the sofa eating jelly, his cheeks bulging like a little hamster.

Without the help of the secretary-general these days, he could only deal with some simple things, so he was very free.

Seeing her coming back alone, Little Milk Tank looked like she had expected it.

"I know that bad temper didn't promise you, right? Huh, why are you begging him like this? It's not impossible without him, and the secretary-general's illness will be cured soon!"

"The secretary-general is old after all, so it's better not to overwork him."

Little Milk Pot curled her lips, "Mom, I think you must at least meet that bad-tempered person first. Now that you can't even meet him, how can he be sure to agree!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Churan suddenly realized.

Yes, until now, I haven’t even seen anyone’s face. It’s such a failure.

Perhaps, a face-to-face interview will be more convincing!

Wen Churan was as if enlightened. He immediately walked up to the little milk jug, pinched his cheek and praised, "Yo! He's getting smarter and smarter!"

Little Milk Tank took advantage of the situation and took Wen Churan's hand, and solemnly warned, "Mom, promise me, after seeing him, you will always take my place... and slap him in the face!"

"..."

The next day, Wen Churan went straight to the secretary-general's villa, but happened to meet the secretary-general's wife who was going to the hospital to take care of the secretary-general. She invited Wen Churan to go with her, but Wen Churan insisted on staying.

The secretary-general's wife was very frightened: "Ms. Wen, how could I leave you alone in the villa!"

Wen Churan smiled and said, "Madam, you are serious. There are so many servants in the villa. How can I be considered a person? You can just go and take care of the secretary-general. I will stay in the villa and find an opportunity to meet Bai Yisi." Let’s talk sir.”

Seeing Wen Churan's insistence, the secretary-general's wife had no choice but to say, "Then you just wait here for a while. I'll take the soup to the hospital, and I'll take a quick look and come right back."

Wen Churan bowed his hand and said, "Don't be in a hurry, please stay with the secretary-general."

After the secretary-general's wife left, the servant led Miss Wen into the villa and served her tea and water.

She asked the servant, "When does your young master usually come downstairs?"

The servant replied, "I'll be down during lunch."

Wen Churan nodded thoughtfully.

The servant asked, "Are you going to see the young master now?"

"No." Wen Churan refused, and hurriedly warned the servant, "Don't let your young master know that I'm here."

The servant was confused, but nodded.

Wen Churan was afraid that if he knew she was coming, he would not leave the room again.